Inside a lab room, there was a man standing, looking at a small transparent box.
"Subject No. 616, experiment No. 1610. The subject seems to be handling the serum really well. It has been alive for around one hour, and the subject doesn't show any abnormalities yet."
Inside the box was an insect, moving around and searching for an escape.
"Professors, the temperature has started to drop, and its movement has slowed down."
The insect suddenly stopped moving.
"Seems like another failure. Try using the neuromuscular stimulation test."
*Spark* *Spark*
"It's moving again!"
The insect started moving once more, and there was one abnormal change—its eyes were glowing.
"It seems like we have our first success."
Darkness. Silence. The temperature dropped, and suddenly there came a bright light. I unconsciously tried to grab it. The closer I got, the warmer it became. Right before I touched it—
*Bang*
"Ouch! What the hell!?"
Someone had just hit me with something hard.
"Peter, you're going to be late for school," Aunt May said, holding an empty water bottle—the same one she had just hit me with.
I looked at the clock. 8:45 a.m.
"Oh sh*t! I'm going to be late for school!"
"Why didn't you wake me up earlier!?" I shouted while getting ready.
"She did, but you went back to sleep saying 'five more minutes,'" Uncle Ben said, chuckling.
As I was about to walk out of the house, I noticed an old camera on the shelf. A smirk appeared on my face. I took it and headed out.
"Aunt May, Uncle Ben, I'm leaving!"
—Oscorp Building—
"Wow!" In front of me stood a huge building with a sign that read: Oscorp Industries.
"Peter, what are you doing? Let's get inside," Ned said.
"Yeah, I'm coming."
After entering the building, I saw how vast it was. There were people everywhere. One of the professors guided us through the exhibits.
"…and these webs are stronger than steel and can hold up to 10 tons—10.188 tons, to be exact," she explained, pointing at an exhibit where spider webs were being tested.
"And here we have a lizard…" she continued as we moved to the next exhibit.
Before following the group, I took a photo of a spider held inside a transparent box.
"Weird. Any moment now, something should happen to me."
(Guess I didn't get to be Spider-Man after all.)
"Peter, why do you keep spacing out today?" Ned asked. Yep—the same Ned Leeds: a big guy, a real nerd, and pretty low-key.
"It's nothing. I just finished taking photos. Let's follow the group before we lose them," I replied.
"…thus, its regeneration is being studied right now by Dr. Curt Connors," the professor said while talking about the lizards. Suddenly, I realized something.
"Um, Professor, why aren't you researching axolotls? I think they have much stronger regeneration," I asked, raising my hand.
"Interesting question. What's your name?" he asked.
"Peter B. Parker," I replied.
"Well, you see, Peter, lizards—like geckos—are considered genetically closer to humans than salamanders. We wanted controlled limb regrowth, not full body restructuring…" He continued explaining for another ten minutes before we moved on.
Suddenly, I felt a sharp pain on my neck—like a mosquito bite, but twice as painful.
"Ouch!" I screamed.
Instinctively, I slapped my neck and looked at my palm. The world seemed to freeze. There, lying in my hand, was a spider. Its legs were glowing cyan, its body dark blue—almost black—with red patterns.
(Sh*t. I thought the spider wouldn't bite me.)
"Bro, are you okay?" Ned asked.
"Yeah, I just hurt my neck. No need to worry."
I felt my body temperature slowly rising. My head started to feel heavy.
"Never mind. I think I'm getting sick."
I reported it to the teacher and went home early. After telling Aunt May and Uncle Ben, they told me to rest.
The heat kept rising. It felt like every molecule in my body was being restructured. The pain was unbearable—I couldn't even scream. Slowly, I lost consciousness.
(F*ck… am I going to die? I'm not ready yet.)
Then everything went dark.
"…"
—Inside a dark room, lit only by a large television—
"Anita, give me the report," said a man hidden in the shadows.
"Sir, we have good news and bad news. The good news is that one experiment finally succeeded—Subject No. 616, the spider. The bad news is that before we could examine it properly, the subject escaped."
"What do you mean—escaped?"
"Sir, the scientists claim that the subject's form distorted for a few seconds, then it glitched out of the box."
"…"
"But don't worry. We've already sent out a search team—"
He raised his hand. "It's fine. Other than sending a search team, there's nothing else we can do."
He looked back at the television. The footage showed the spider inside the box. The camera glitched for less than a second—and then the spider was gone.
"Now we're one step closer to our goal," he said with a smirk.
—Peter's Room—
I slowly opened my eyes. It was dark, and my head still felt heavy. I tried to move—my body felt incredibly light. I walked toward the mirror.
"Holy moly!"
I was drenched in sweat. My body was bigger—not huge, but like that of a ripped fifteen-year-old.
(Wait… I'm not even wearing glasses, and I can see perfectly.)
Brown hair. Hazel eyes. Smooth, pale skin. Somehow, I looked more handsome than before.
(Not trying to be narcissistic—it's just the truth.)
I checked my watch. [1:20 a.m.]
"Wow. I slept for twelve hours straight."
As I tried to leave my room, my hand got stuck to the door handle.
"What the—!?" Right i just got my power this is really cool, but now that i think about it
*Crack!* *CRACK!*
The handle broke off.
(I didn't even use my strength— I just tried to grab it, and now my door is broken)
"How the f*ck am I supposed to control this stuff?" I hoped I hadn't woken Aunt May and Uncle Ben.
Eventually, I made my way to the garage to experiment with my powers.
(And yeah, if you're wondering, the door handle is still stuck on my hand.)
"Now let's try to take this thing off my hand."
I tried different things, like pulling it right off my hand, but it was as if my hand was fused with it. It wouldn't even budge.
Suddenly, I remembered hearing somewhere that to unstick it, I had to relax—like letting go after holding in pee.
"It worked. Finally."
Suddenly, my head throbbed.
"What the f*ck!?"
My senses—sight, hearing, smell, taste, and touch—became insanely sensitive.
"Sh*t! Sh*t! Sh*t!" I yelled.
What's happening?!!